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Prayers

18 May

Prayers

“Please” the Christians pray whenever difficulty comes
“Thank God!” they sing when strife has passed and happily bang drums
“Please!” they pray when yet another challenge rears its head
“Thank God!” they roar with glee when blessed with simple days instead

“Please!” they pray when pushed to show great patience, poise and grace
“Thank God!” they shout whenever their kind God allows their case
“Please!” they ask, they beg, beseech, implore, desire and plead
“Thank God!” they praise when “God of Comfort” with them has agreed

As a Warrior, I find the act of prayer quite dense
Wishing, hoping, wanting ‘stead of preparing defense
Praying to someone else, even if a deity
Begging for a shortcut, reprieve, relief, levity

I find the act of begging for mercy to be quite weak
I find the Christian ego to have a silly technique
To be oblivious of their own potential for coping
To pass it off to Jesus who must satisfy their hoping

A faith that just depowers people, “Beg the God above!
Only HE can cure your pains with HIS magical love!”
They’re trained from birth to follow the idea that they are sheep
That they have no control and that hardships cause you to weep

They’re taught that they are not enough, that all is owed to God
To Jesus who “Died for our sins,” the “You owe Me” facade
Silliness is what it is, the teaching that all joy
Requires satisfaction of desire; ego’s ploy

Lessons that just cultivate your ego to want more
And those who see through all the lies? “The devil’s word!” they roar
They pray to God of Desires, denounce “Devil of Pain”
Pretend they’re blessed and happy and fake it ‘till they’re insane

They get upset and angry while they claim their faith is strong
They claim their God delivers them from everything that’s wrong
So many empty inside but lack courage to admit
It isn’t working like the pastor promised with his wit

And so they pray and pray for peace of mind and hope God will
Do something about it since the Christian way’s: “Stand still”
“Clasp your hands and say a silent, selfish prayer for ease”
“Pray to God and Jesus that each day will be a breeze”

I am Warrior, I pray to nothing and no one
If there’s a God, then grab a seat and watch, this should be fun
I look to nothing or no one except myself each day
I have the strength to endure because *I* made it that way

I chose to do the work, to sacrifice, to feel the pain
To count to ten and breath slowly while others went insane
I trained and pushed myself to my limit, then raised the bar
I need no God of Mercy for I’m King, Master & Czar

The ones who pray don’t understand, they think it all came easy
They think that confidence is arrogance, it makes them queasy
I don’t play by the rules, “You’re not supposed to be alone!”
Their self-imposed limits on strength and choice just make me groan

Victims every day and night all praying for a break
They’d rather beg and suffer all their lives than be awake
No courage to question what they’ve been taught, what they believe
No courage to look in themselves in order to achieve

“Pray for this” and “pray for that,” a silly wishing game
Seemingly legitimized since it’s wished in “God’s name”
I am Warrior and I no longer wish at all
‘Cause I’ve found much more peace when I run, jump, push, climb or crawl

                                                                ~Miro

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Selective Righteousness

6 Nov

Selective Righteousness

Many speak up when they’re asked about their views on gays
The sheep recite the Bible verses that they seem to praise
They talk about how God has said that being gay is wrong
They say it’s written, black and white and so they feel quite strong
But also there in black and white it says to love all those
Who you consider “enemy,’ to love all who oppose
It also says in black and white to not be jealous of
What your neighbor has amassed, instead, to show them love
In black and white it says forgive and walk the extra mile
It says to not allow anything to upset or rile
It says “Fear not, for I’m with you” and yet those who oppose
Homosexuality ignore much of this prose
Selective righteousness, they pick and choose what comes with ease
They passionately stand by scripture that the herd does please
But anything that comes with effort, pain or sacrifice
Swallowing of pride or ego simply won’t suffice
And so the Christians who think “gay” is wrong will honk their horns
In traffic when another driver frustrates them or scorns
They’ll see a comrade’s gain as something they wish was for them
They’ll say “So happy for you” while inside they just condemn
They’ll claim to follow “Prince of Peace” but try to shatter love
That one man has for another in name of Lord above
They’ll look on two women who love each other with pure hearts
And all they’ll see’s anatomy, the human private parts
They see not souls and spirits, just the vessels which expire
They do not realize within is energy much higher
They’re prisoners of dying flesh, to bones that bend and break
And they are terrified of those who are now wide awake
They’re threatened by the ones who see above, beyond, more deep
Because they followed their hearts and no longer act like sheep
For those that pick and choose by what is easiest to follow
This Warrior has something bitter that you must now swallow:
Your Prince of Peace, your King of Kings preached to just let it go
And He would be ashamed of you to see the grief and woe
That you spread with your ignorance, your lack of sight and feel
Your inability to recognize a love that’s real
Go ahead and pick and chose what will test you the least
Keep following just the scripture spouted by your priest
Immerse yourself in just what works for sake of ease and pleasure
Follow just the lines that come with no effort, just leisure
But one day death will come for you and it will all make sense
The fading of your mortal body makes the truth intense
And you will come to see how silly it was to judge those
Who simply had same genitals underneath all their clothes

                                                           ~Miro

Self Righteous

22 Jul

Self Righteous

The old fool clutches his bible
And claims it’s filled with truth
He shouts into his megaphone
His behaviour: uncouth

He’s blind to all the history
And present that surrounds
His mind is closed and limited
And just knows paper’s bounds

His whole identity is based
On what a bible writes
And anything that deviates
Will always lead to fights

How sad and tragic to waste life
Shackled to just one book
To never have the courage to
Explore, question and look

How sad to accept every word
As being “Straight from God!”
And never wondering if man
Who’s egoic and flawed

Could possibly have let seep in
Some selfishness and greed
Some lack of understanding, lack
Of empathy, some greed

How sad to take their word for it
To trust “Powers that Be”
Who manipulate the masses with
Heaven’s sweet guarantee

The old fool thinks because he’s read
The book his parents gave
And shut out everything else that
He’s caring, wise and brave

But all I see’s a coward who
Just went along with hate
Who never dared to understand
Instead became irate

Who pointed fingers and who claimed
To know what’s “right for all”
And when a Warrior did disagree
They’d bitch and bawl

When a Warrior would state
That not all’s as it seems
This self righteous old fool angers
Interrupts, snaps and screams

“Damn you to hell!” these pious types
Cast judgement upon those
Who choose not think black or white
And won’t let their minds close

Yes hell, that scary, made-up place
Where all who disagree
Will burn in pain and suffering
For all eternity

Many of my poetry
Is written for my kin:
Warriors who know the point
Of life is not to “win”

Nor is it to be “proven right”
And bask in victory
Understanding is my cause
Connection, empathy

And so here is my understanding
Of self-righteous fools:
Do not waste your time on them
And their close-minded rules

They’re just old children who did not
Grow up because they chose
To limit themselves to one book
And its primitive prose

Instead of using life as chance
To experience first hand
To feel, to see, to touch, to smell
To relate, understand

Be wary of these old fools who
Clutch bibles to their chest
They’re frightened little children who are
Far from being blessed

More often than not, the grace
And light of God does not
Radiate within them, they are
Filled with angst and fraught

While Warriors have shed all books
And trinkets ‘cause they know
Experience first-hand is what
Casts off wisdom’s true glow

No Friends of Mine

21 Dec

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No Friends of Mine

“All or nothing” isn’t a
Mentality I use
“Shades of grey” is what I see
Instead of “black/white” views

No one’s perfect, people lie
They get mad and spout off
In instances where tact is needed
Some will laugh or scoff

It doesn’t make them bad people
I try to keep in mind
That there is also good in them
If I venture to find

But one thing I am adamant
About is Jesus Christ
My absolute demand for awe
And respect is high priced

Even for the ones who don’t
Believe He is divine
I still expect them to see how
In darkness He does shine

Even if they are themselves
An “all or nothing” type
That disregards the whole Bible
As made-up lies and tripe

I still expect them to see how
This long-haired, bearded Jew
Showed only grace and patience at
Everything haters threw

To mock a man who challenged all
To show love, courage, grace
Selflessness and empathy
In this cynical place

Shows me how that person does not
Think anything’s revered
They act as spoilers who try
To ruin all that’s cheered

Haters who see others who
Draw inspiration from
A shining light that says, “Let go”
They scoff and crack, “How dumb!”

I love my friends with all my heart
But those who mock my King
Reveal an ugly side to them
At grace, they simply fling

Disrespect and ignorance
While claiming, “He starts wars!”
But here’s a little, simple fact
The accuser ignores:

They’ve never met a single person
Who killed in the name
Of Jesus Christ or the Bible
Yet ALL must take the blame

The grace and courage is ignored
The patience for their hate
The tolerance that’s shown when most
Would rather be irate

To be a Warrior means to
Do things that are quite tough
And so to those who slag Jesus
Sadly I must rebuff

Because they are no friends of mine
They might as well insult
My mother or my wife or niece
It’s all the same result

They’re innocent and did nothing
To draw such scornful wrath
Same as Jesus Christ, so we
Must walk a different path

Goodbye, so long, it’s been a blast
Perhaps we’ll meet again
Hopefully you’ve gained respect
And empathy by then

                         ~Miro

To Mock A King

11 Feb

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To Mock A King

Anyone can mock a man
And yes, most people do
Even without realizing
With their flippant spew

Anyone can mock a leader
Someone who tries hard
But often fails because they are
By their followers marred

Anyone can mock a God
Since most just can’t conceive
A being that’s far greater than
They are, they can’t believe

But there is a rare breed that can
Willingly mock a King
As a servant of one, I can’t
Think a sadder thing

My own King is one who receives
A lot of foolish mocking
I hear His name said as a swear
While I hear people talking

I hear the ignorant make fun
Without giving a thought
Of what this King did sacrifice
And lessons that He taught

They laugh and think this long-haired
Bearded King is so inane
They do not stop to think about
The suffering and pain

They show no thought of the message
Of love that He did guide
They disregard the grace He kept
Moments before He died

It takes a very unique person
To mock this great King
To make dumb jokes, to throw insults
To laugh and insults fling

It takes one that’s oblivious
To sacrificing all
To give everything of yourself to
Answer a higher call

It takes someone who does not see
Does not appreciate
A person who’s mission in life
Was to reduce the hate

Keep this fact in mind next time
You hear these people mock
Don’t just stand by silently
Don’t turn around and walk

Say things as you see them and
Remind them, tell them of
The life and mission of that King
His purpose: spreading love

Tell them that to mock a King
Takes very little class
Tell them when one mocks a King
It’s mocker who’s the ass

Tell them that they mock because
They feel they have low worth
Tell them that we must have something
Sacred on this Earth

To mock another is a sign
Of weakness and of fear
It’s one thing to mock family
A friend or mock a peer

But when one mocks a King I say
There is no greater shame
A revelation that they won’t
Give anyone acclaim

Selective Righteousness

24 Nov

Selective Righteousness

Many speak up when they’re asked
About their views on gays
The sheep recite the Bible verses
That they seem to praise

They talk about how God has said
That being gay is wrong
They say it’s written, black and white
And so they feel quite strong

But also there in black and white
It says to love all those
Who you consider “enemy”
To love all who oppose

It also says in black and white
To not be jealous of
What your neighbor has amassed
Instead, to show them love

In black and white it says forgive
And walk the extra mile
It says to not allow anything
To upset or rile

It says “Fear not, for I’m with you”
And yet those who oppose
Homosexuality
Ignore much of this prose

Selective righteousness, they pick
And choose what comes with ease
They passionately stand by scripture
That the herd does please

But anything that comes with effort
Pain or sacrifice
Swallowing of pride or ego
Simply won’t suffice

And so the Christians who think “gay”
Is wrong will honk their horns
In traffic when another driver
Frustrates them or scorns

They’ll see a comrade’s gain as something
They wish was for them
They’ll say “So happy for you” while
Inside they just condemn

They’ll claim to follow “Prince of Peace”
But try to shatter love
That one man has for another
In name of Lord above

They’ll look on two women who love
Each other with pure hearts
And all they’ll see’s anatomy
The human private parts

They see not souls and spirits, just
The vessels which expire
They do not realize within
Is energy much higher

They’re prisoners of dying flesh
To bones that bend and break
And they are terrified of those
Who are now wide awake

They’re threatened by the ones who see
Above, beyond, more deep
Because they followed their hearts and
No longer act like sheep

For those that pick and choose by what
Is easiest to follow
This Warrior has something bitter
That you must now swallow:

Your Prince of Peace, your King of Kings
Preached to just let it go
And He would be ashamed of you
To see the grief and woe

That you spread with your ignorance
Your lack of sight and feel
Your inability to recognize
A love that’s real

Go ahead and pick and chose
What will test you the least
Keep following just the scripture
Spouted by your priest

Immerse yourself in just what works
For sake of ease and pleasure
Follow just the lines that come
With no effort, just leisure

But one day death will come for you
And it will all make sense
The fading of your mortal body
Makes the truth intense

And you will come to see how silly
It was to judge those
Who simply had same genitals
Underneath all their clothes

                                    ~Miro

Light in the Darkness

4 Aug

Light in the Darkness

I hear a lot of folks complain
Of darkness in the world
How negative things have become
And hate that has unfurled

I see them fold their arms across
Their chest and just bemoan
Never doing anything
To change the world’s dark tone

“It’s hopeless!” they often declare
“What difference can I make?”
And that, my friends, is what is wrong
With folks who bellyache

They cannot fathom how one light
One tiny little flame
When lit up in pitch black rooms
Can so much darkness tame

There was a man two thousand years
Ago who was a light
And headlong did He walk into
The darkness of the night

He did not whine about how bad
That people treated Him
He didn’t sit and fold His arms
And let His candle dim

His name was Jesus and He was
The light in the darkness
No matter how much it enveloped
His light would not suppress

He taught people to not just hide
Away from all the gloom
But to enter into the
Most dark and somber room

To take their hope and faith and light
Into the darkest place
And let that light act as a torch
Illuminating grace

Casting out shadows of doubt
And silencing man’s greed
Acting as a beacon of
The hope that we all need

You cannot just sit by and wait
For your way to be lit
Your path can be made clear by light
That you yourself emit

You may work at a dreary job
With melancholy peers
But it will make no difference
If you go change careers

No matter where you choose to be
There will always be those
Who are the darkness in the room
And cast on you their woes

There may be some within your tribe
Who grumble and dissent
But in optimism’s light
Their darkness will relent

So don’t snuff out your flame of hope
And say it’s all for naught
Follow the shining example
That the Savior taught

Go headlong into the night
And cast your brilliant glow
Just as the great King of Kings did
All those years ago

Your light may not burn quite as long
As you may hope it to
But the flash left on their eyes
Will always imbue

And inspire others to
Spread their light to the dark
Sometimes all you need to see
Is just a little spark

                                ~Miro